So it begins ...

Today was my first day of college classes.

It's weird, thinking that I can say that now ... that this particular landmark is now past. And sitting here, typing at my computer, I don't feel like a college student at all.

What are college students supposed to feel like, anyway? Well ... I'm not really sure. But I don't feel any different, aside from being tired because I had to get up so early.

Not that I'm complaining ... it was beautiful. I left the house at the time I'd be waking up on work days ... I won't tell you how late I sleep in if left to myself. It's embarrassing. *grin* But as I walked to the car, everything was silent and misty ... I drove the familiar road towards town, and things were no longer familiar. Everything took on a eerie sort of beauty - eerie, not in the frightening sense, but in the surreal: the ethereal.

And as I drove I felt very old and mature. *grin* A passing feeling ... one of many that came and went throughout the day.

I'm afraid a complete account of the day's events and landmarks must wait til tomorrow. Square dancing has snuck up on me, as it so often does (my IM conversations will attest). But no worries - I shall return.

TO BE CONTINUED ...